That Lucky Old Sun Songtext

von Bing Crosby

Up in the mornin' out on the job
I work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

I fuss with my woman, toil from my kids
I sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and I'm gray
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

I'm up in the mornin' out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

I fuss with my woman, toil from my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and I'm gray
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

Good Lord above, can't you see I'm pinin'?
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud, the one with the silver linin'
Fetch me to Paradise

Show me that river, take me across
And wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day